Tuesday was the fourth anniversary of walking out into the roofless world.
It just so happened that on Sunday afternoon, during the Super Bowl, a sunny warm day, an open gate, and the smell of chicken wings wafting on the breeze, together beckoned our golden retriever to take a stroll. We didn’t realize that he was gone until four hours later, as we believed the gate was secure. He got lost and we tumbled into a new level of fear and heart-ache while we scrambled and tore up the town, trying to find him. We did, and now the lessons are being digested.
In my darkest dismay of Obie’s wandering, I cried to God and my angels and asked them please please do not take anything else away! Please. And in that moment, I met that knowing that we all carry:
Nothing, nothing at all, ever ever ever belongs to us, except love. Things and loved ones come and go, but the love in our hearts is there forever. Gratitude for whatever it is that is the object of one’s love is the lesson, and the willingness to let it go if it must. Attachment is not love.
And my heart swells with joy that Obie still has some time with us here on this earthwalk!